accepting each mistake
is one of the nicest things
you would ever hear in the world
and one of the wishes you've ever wished for.

but it is just a mere hallucination
that would never become real
but just an imagination.

making too much of an effort
has never been the stupidest and foolish thing to do.

it is just that
no one is willing to accept it
even at your worst.

No matter what we people do,
there are still possibilities of
we are going to end up
being alone.

As we grow older
Life becomes shorter
Shorter yet becomes harder
Shaking and trembling which is the sign of our life have become bitter.

The grave is waiting and waving,
Which is our next adventure in life is coming,
But probably it will be a lonesome day,
That no one is will be with us especially when we're gonna play.

Soon, as I grow older
I'll still seek of your love
even though it may become weaker.

I am always alone.
No one wants to be my playmate.
I can't be with a friend who only uses me.
And too much hatred which surrounded me every day and every moment.

Therefore I came to think that;
I should write things which are related to literature
So I captivated and motivated myself instead.
So I created a distance and time myself to write a poem.

I wrote numerous poems on my notebooks.
Every day on school, every thought that came into my mind which is special to me-- I will write it down.
Organizing it and choosing it which is I usually do.

When I am done writing all of it,
I am gonna make a poem-- but making a poem is actually hard to me,
But there's nothing I can do,
I'll just think too much and thorough.

I had to think for a title,
After being done on a title-- of course, I am covered with sweat,
But sweat does no matter to me,
Because I have classmates who are usually going to praise me.

They may seem not to be friendly with me,
At least I could have a time to enjoy,
Laughter and smiles are in my surrounding-- when they are reading,
After reading, all is done and gonna keep it for me to go home.

Going home isn't my priority and what's on my mind every day,
But there's nothing I can do as well-- but to go home.
My poems are kind of useless when I am only making to let my classmates read it,
So I decided to go on surfing on the internet.

I have found too many websites-- but no one got my interest,
Howbeit, after how many times-- I have found this website either page,
Read too many poems which are actually nice,
And the people here are so very nice.

After I have found this page and read numerous poems and comments,
It came to my mind-- that it is time for me to post these poems,
Maybe I'll have and gonna receive some worthy praises,
And HelloPoetry, you are my beloved buddy.

Corresponding sounds in life does not even need,
You don't have to make them alike,
You don't have to compare,
And you don't have to make it rhyme as well.

Life is way too short,
So, broaden it and take it slow.